The Ninth Letter

 
Tuesday, September 18, 2001                                                               
2:07 PM
Dear Ducky,
            I am at work, being the host for the Turntable Restaurant @ EMP.  We are so slow today that I can steal a moment to write to you.  Everything still feels so funny after what happened on Tuesday.  I am still in shock and rather depressed.  Where were you, Ducky, when the planes hit the World Trade Center?  I realize that it’s entirely possible that you were in NY when all of this happened—because, of course, I have no idea where you really are or where you possibly could be.
            I haven’t found time for myself to write all summer.  I have worked myself into oblivion.  I am just all around tired and not feeling able to do anything at all.